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"Then, what are your thoughts on Mr. The Fool?"
Klein shifted the question from Sefirah Castle to Mr. The Fool on Sefirah Castle. He wanted to take the opportunity to ask for the other party's opinion and attitude towards the The Fool, and he was also curious about his own connection to the gray fog.
Leyton didn't dwell on Sefirah Castle but instead brought up something else:
"Let me tell you something, Hidden Sage is not a True God; he is just a living Uniqueness."
As Klein looked surprised, Leyton continued:
"It's a Uniqueness brought to life by the Knowledge Moor. With Knowledge Moor acting as a proxy, Hidden Sage is infinitely close to a True God."
"Brought to life?" Klein grasped the key point in Leyton's words.
He roughly understood what the other party was trying to express. The other party believed that the The Fool might be a Uniqueness brought to life by Sefirah Castle, just like the Hidden Sage.
"So, in Al's eyes, he and I are the same kind of people? That's why his behavior in front of me is very different from other times, without too much pretense."
"It's a pity, I am not a Blessed of Mr. The Fool; I am Mr. The Fool himself, and it's even less likely that I am a living Uniqueness."
"It's even more confusing. The more I know, the more questions I have."
Klein appeared silent, but countless thoughts were rapidly flashing through his mind.
"It's getting late, get some rest!"
Leyton reminded Klein, who was brainstorming, then stood up from the sofa, took a sip of water from his cup, and stepped into the Spirit World, returning to his room across the street.
Klein was still thinking about Sefirah Castle. He had just reacted and hadn't had time to speak when Leyton had already disappeared from the living room.
Klein looked at the empty living room and sighed slightly:
"Spirit World traversal is truly convenient! I even want to find a Mystical Item with a corresponding ability."
Turning off the gas lamp in the living room, Klein went up to the bedroom on the second floor. After killing Lanevus today, the heavy burden in his heart had been lifted, but the conversation with Al brought new problems.
Back in his room, Leyton simply washed up and lay down on the bed in the bedroom.
The transparent amber sealing the True Creator's divine flesh and blood was placed by Leyton on the cabinet against the wall.
In a room underground at Saint Samuel Cathedral in Backlund's North Borough, the Nighthawks were holding an emergency meeting.
Cesimir scanned the people in the room, then cleared her throat and began:
"I received a revelation from the Goddess. During our operation targeting Lanevus, a Fallen God briefly descended."
"He is the Hidden Sage, worshipped by the Moses Ascetic Order. He only descended for a very brief moment and did not fully descend, also making some concealment of himself."
"If not for that, it wouldn't be us sitting here in a meeting, but you dealing with the Monsters we would have turned into in the Dock District."
The atmosphere was solemn. The Nighthawks present already knew that tonight's operation had undergone a major change, but they hadn't expected it to involve the descent of a Fallen God.
A Nighthawk Senior Deacon spoke in a heavy tone:
"Although it's not good to say this, it's truly surprising that you all came back alive."
"According to the Church's records, although Hidden Sage mostly pursues Mystery Pryers, once an incident involves him, it wouldn't be so quiet, not even causing much impact."
Cesimir nodded slightly, then said:
"At that time, the Goddess's will arrived with the Hidden Sage's descent. This might also be the reason for the Hidden Sage's hasty departure."
"Of course, it's more likely that he has already achieved his goal."
In his sleep, Leyton vaguely saw a blurry cross with a person being crucified on it.
Leyton tried hard to see more clearly, but the scene changed again. This time, it became a corpse wrapped in gray-white strips of cloth.
The scene shifted again. The corpse wrapped in gray-white cloth revived, and he sat with a group of people whose faces were unclear, living together.
The dream ended, and Leyton fell back into a hazy sleep. When he woke up again, it was already early morning the next day.
The moment Leyton opened his eyes in bed, he recalled last night's dream.
His brows gradually furrowed. For a moment, he couldn't figure out whether this was a spiritual premonition from himself, or a hint from the Hidden Sage or the Knowledge Moor.
Or… Leyton turned his gaze to the cabinet against the wall, where a transparent amber the size of an adult's fist was placed.
Turning over and getting out of bed, Leyton walked to the cabinet where the transparent amber was placed and picked it up.
He stared at it for a long time, muttering to himself:
"Did I dream of Easter last night? It fits well with the Hanged Man."
"Is it the influence you brought?"
Immediately, Leyton shook his head, denying this guess. Although there was True Creator's divinity inside, it had already been sealed by the Hidden Sage.
Moreover, the Hanged Man, who controlled the authority of Fallen, would not have brought about an influence consistent with the dream's content.
"If it's a revelation from the Hidden Sage or my own spirituality, it would most likely point to Mystical Reenactment."
Leyton pondered for a moment, and then this thought became uncontrollable in his mind.
The surging curiosity in his heart could not be suppressed, so Leyton simply took the transparent amber to the coffee table by the window.
He took out a paper figure avatar made by folding Messenger's paper and shook it in the air.
Closing his eyes and meditating, he leveraged the Sage characteristic within his body. The paper figure avatar distorted and expanded in mid-air, turning into specks of starlight, then re-condensing into the image of a slightly more mature, aloof Leyton.
After the paper figure avatar appeared, he immediately clasped his hands together, with faint white light appearing behind him, like wings made of a pile of pure white light.
A huge cross phantom emerged and merged into the transparent amber. In his ears, it seemed as if countless voices were reciting the Bible, and a sacred feeling permeated the room.
All of this lasted for less than half a minute before dissipating completely. Leyton's paper figure avatar then turned into specks of starlight and vanished.
In the bedroom on the second floor of the house across the street, Klein had just woken up when his spiritual perception was suddenly triggered. He stared blankly in the direction of Leyton's house across the street, muttering:
"What's there? I seem to hear the chanting of a choir."
Destiny, who also lived nearby, looked at Leyton's bedroom direction with confusion:
"Whose church chanting is this? So strange…"
Destiny curiously wanted to see more. The next moment, he fell straight to the ground, blood tears flowing from his eyes, his mouth slightly open, wanting to groan in pain, but he was too uncomfortable to make a sound.
He saw the phantom of the True Creator. If it weren't for the warning from Destiny that made him close his eyes in time, he might have already gone mad from peeking at a True God.
"Who is peeking at me?"
Leyton pondered.
Just now, he felt a fleeting gaze. Before he could follow the connection of the gaze, the other party's gaze suddenly stopped.
The transparent amber placed on the coffee table by Leyton had undergone a change after a Mystical Reenactment from Easter.
The blood and flesh containing the True Creator's divinity inside the transparent amber had transformed into a figure nailed upside down on a cross, with a layer of blood-stained gauze-like material wrapped around it.
Leyton's spirituality gave him feedback that in three days, this blood and flesh would be reborn!
Withdrawing his spirituality, Leyton dragged a chair over and sat down.
The magic created through the story of Easter from Earth was unexpectedly powerful.
That mysterious magic, which Leyton called the "Resurrection Cross," could allow a dead person, if their body, soul, and characteristic remained intact, to be resurrected in a brand new state after three days of transformation, and only truly die forty days later.
"It's fine for ordinary people, but it's difficult for Beyonders to die with a complete corpse, especially retaining their characteristic. Forming a Sealed Artifact doesn't count as retaining a characteristic."
After a brief thought, Leyton realized that while this Mystical Reenactment could resurrect, it wasn't that powerful.
"However, if Amon gets this Mystical Reenactment, he would be fully capable of achieving a truly lossless resurrection."
Then, thinking of Amon, who was skilled at exploiting loopholes, Leyton realized that this Mystical Reenactment would be very powerful in his hands.
He shook his head slightly and muttered to himself:
"In that case, it wouldn't be this Mystical Reenactment that's powerful, but Amon!"
"Or once they reach the True God or Angel Sequence, they all have their own means to Exploit some abilities of this Mystical Reenactment."
Leyton thought of the blood and flesh containing the True Creator's divinity and somewhat doubted whether a new True Creator's offspring would grow out in three days.
"Is this an additional development? Getting involved with the True Creator? It's a pity True Creator is mad; otherwise, I would definitely support him as God Almighty."
Leaning back in his chair, Leyton's thoughts continued to wander.
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